Thursday, January 24, 2008

Three snaps

Sugar, it seemed!

With every grain
The dryness increased.

Salt, it is
In the parched throat...

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All fingers,
Different shapes and size,
Point in the same direction,
Irrefutably!

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I know not thy dedication,
I know not thy love,
I know not what thy did,
But I feel you...

And in that embrace,
In that knowing,
In that possibility,
I tread...